Words and solar glares

Every word
a stumbling block
setup
for the fall
in to the
endless plummet
towards the bottom
a bottom I never reach
tumbling and tumbling
pools of prepositions
hills built of adjectives
conjunctions swirling overhead

misty mornings
a sun that turns pink and purple
Odorless Lavender

Every word
a brick
movement like mortar
constructions built
on yours and not yours
a ladder leaning on the wall
careful cobwebs
swept away
words in boxes
words in letters
words given away as gifts
as dowry

spaces between words
exit doors
Open

Escape I say
Runaway
Don’t block
Don’t build
Here take some money
A plastic bag full of clothes
and an old picture of me
so you don’t forget
Go
Leave
For somewhere
Where you are understood